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Just as Auntie picked up Su Yan and prepared to leave, Jin Lin's clear voice rang out from within Falling Star City—a stark contrast to her group's choice to go to the platform to inquire about the reason and offer assistance:

"Our game is still undecided."

"Let's settle this in the arena later!" Su Yan looked up at Jin Lin and replied.

When I get home, I'll swallow that Spirit Cleansing Pill to boost my cultivation, so you won't chase me down again next time. Su Yan silently complained about Jin Lin's belligerence.

"gone!"

Back in the audience, Auntie raised her hand and pressed it on the table to trigger the teleportation function of the Divine Tree.

A flash of green light appeared, and Su Yan, now back to her original form, landed in Xi'er's arms.

"?!"

Su Yan opened her eyes and saw the scenery around her. A question mark hung in her mind, and she was so shocked that she bristled.

This time, it was truly a sight to behold, with immortals everywhere. On the left were Xia Yu's three masters and Emperor Wusheng, and on the right were court officials of varying cultivation levels. Su Yan looked back and saw that apart from the familiar Sister Xi'er, the rest were all members of the Nine-Tailed Fox Ghost Sisterhood whom she did not recognize.

Looking further back, Su Yan could see representatives of the major powers that were on good terms with Xia Yu striding toward Emperor Wusheng. Even Tu Shan Lingling, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, appeared at this moment.

"Xia Yu has nowhere safer than where you are."

Sister Xi hugged Su Yan with her left arm and stroked his back with her right, explaining with a smile, "I've already spoken to your aunt this time, so don't worry!"

"It's quite safe."

As Su Yan said this, seeing the other six ghosts surrounding him getting closer, he couldn't help but shrink into Xi'er's arms, almost turning his head and crawling directly into Xi'er's clothes.

"A nightmare-suppressing spell?"

Emperor Wusheng released his grip on the Holy Sword, sighing indifferently, but without much personal emotion in his voice. His expression and words conveyed the detached indifference of an observer: "It should be eradicated."

"dong dong dong"

The sound of a heart pounding echoed throughout Xia Yu City.

"Your Majesty." Grand Tutor Jin's expression gradually darkened as he tried to offer advice again, but Emperor Wusheng did not give him a chance to speak, remaining silent as he looked at him.

Grand Tutor Jin shook his head helplessly and did not continue to dissuade Emperor Wusheng from his decision.

Some things can be stopped temporarily, but not forever. Emperor Wusheng has already made his decision, and even as the Grand Tutor to the Emperor, it would seem disrespectful to continue speaking out to dissuade him.

"My Lord!!!"

The dark gray dragon, its feet treading on dark clouds, broke free of the Demon Suppression Bureau's prison and soared upwards, its earth-shattering roar echoing over Xia Yu's main city and nearby satellite cities.

A colossal dragon, its head blotting out the sky, coiled in the air. A blackish-gray aura, imbued with the power of extreme cold and freezing, surged from its open mouth, sweeping directly towards the main city of Xia Yu below.

"As long as we purge the court of corrupt officials and execute those treacherous ministers who only know how to offer advice and slander, we can break the evil seal on you!"

Despite the distance of hundreds of miles, King Yu's roar still carried clearly into the imperial city.

Emperor Wusheng gently raised his hand, and the seven ghostly souls beside him turned into wisps of smoke and merged into Emperor Wusheng's body, while two other beams of light shot out from inside the palace.

All nine beams of dark light disappeared into the body of the Unborn Emperor, and a heavy and immense pressure, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, descended upon the world, accompanied by the spreading of the azure light curtain.

Everything in the world was distorted. The imperial city that covered the sky and blocked out the sun gradually collapsed. The majestic ancient capital below, which had stood for thousands of years, was like an ink painting being immersed in a water vat, gradually disappearing without a trace, leaving only a blue void.

"Yu".

After opening his eyes and uttering a single word, Emperor Wusheng looked down at the white fox he was holding in his arms.

"May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and peace." Su Yan swallowed hard and greeted Emperor Wusheng with an embarrassed expression.

Sister Xi'er, it seems like our understanding of safety is a little off, isn't it?

And aren't you the Empress?

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Chapter 126 The Holy Mother Who Nurtures All Spirits and All Directions

The evil dragon that crawled out from the depths of the Demon Suppression Bureau unleashed a deafening roar in an instant.

As if he had practiced countless times, Emperor Wusheng gently swung his arm, which was gripping the Holy Sword. Two beams of light shot out from Xia Yucheng, and together with the seven ghostly souls in the Imperial City, they all entered Emperor Wusheng's body. His face, which was originally devoid of any emotion, gained a slight liveliness that only a normal living being possesses.

At the same time, the word "Yu" was uttered from the mouth of the Emperor Wusheng, and the world beyond his sight underwent a tremendous change at this moment, with the surrounding scenery and objects disappearing as if ink had dissolved into water.

A windless and silent place shrouded the Emperor of No Life and the evil dragon that had broken through the suppression of the Demon Suppression Division.

However, because of Sister Xi'er, Su Yan, who shouldn't have been here, was brought directly into Emperor Wusheng's arms when Jiuyou returned to his original form, making him participate in this great battle between immortals.

May His Majesty the Emperor Wusheng enjoy boundless blessings and peace.

Stunned by the sudden change, Su Yan realized what had happened, and the Emperor Wusheng's gaze also fell on the little fox that had landed in his arms and was being held between his arms.

Su Yan tried hard to keep a straight face, trying to appear obedient and sensible, mimicking the adorable smile of a Shiba Inu from her past life, hoping that the big shot in front of her wouldn't just throw her away.

Su Yan had no idea where she was, but the dragon opposite her, emanating a terrifying aura of black mist, was still spewing out chilling air. After being thrown out of Wusheng Emperor's arms, the snow-white fox should turn into a big fox board in less than three seconds.

"Um"

Emperor Wusheng glanced at Su Yan in his arms, without expressing any emotion of joy or dislike. When Xi Hun returned, he had also brought his memories with him, so Emperor Wusheng naturally knew Su Yan's origins and why he was in his arms.

"I, the Lord, pardon your sin of spying."

Emperor Wusheng raised his hand and placed it on Su Yan's head. With practiced ease, he lifted Su Yan up and tossed him onto his shoulder, making Su Yan lie face down on his robe. Then, his gaze gradually turned cold and filled with murderous intent.

The world underwent a new transformation due to the emotions of the Emperor of No Life.

An endless stream of yellow winds surrounded the Emperor Wusheng.

………………

The evil dragon spewed out cold air from its mouth, but instead of sweeping through Xia Yu's main city as it had hoped, it spat out the cold air into the windless and silent land summoned by the Emperor Wusheng.

However, Xia Chongming, the ghost cultivator controlling the evil dragon, was not angered by his missed breath. Instead, upon seeing the figures in the Windless Domain and the Yellow Wind, he revealed an expression of excited elation. His ferocious dragon head opened wide, and he shouted loudly:

"Xia Chongming, Right Protector of the Nightmare Suppression Sect, respectfully welcomes the Lord of the Sect, the Holy Mother of Nurturing All Spirits and the Ten Directions!"

The evil dragon, which had broken free from its restraints beneath the Demon Suppression Bureau, instantly lost all its ferocity and savagery upon seeing Huang Fengli's figure. It no longer bared its fangs and claws, but instead obediently coiled up in the sky, respectfully welcoming him.

The Emperor of No Life gazed indifferently at the evil dragon and said, "Our merits and demerits cancel each other out, but your actions have crossed the line."

All the schemes and plots of the Nightmare Town Cult in the Central Province were actually unrelated to worldly gains and losses. All their crazy and scheming actions were ultimately aimed at getting the Emperor of No Life to recall his nine ghostly souls.

Without the nine ghostly souls, the Unborn Emperor is merely a cold-blooded ruler devoid of emotion and desire.

She takes the interests of Xia Yu as her supreme command. Any living being that harms the interests of the Xia Yu Dynasty will be ruthlessly suppressed by the Emperor Wusheng. The Nightmare Sect will only be reduced to the point of having its soul burned in front of her.

The most important thing is to communicate with the Unborn Emperor, who was once the leader of the Nightmare Town in the Central Province, the Holy Mother of Nurturing All Spirits and the Ten Directions.

The return of the nine ghosts not only represents the return of Emperor Wusheng's emotions, but also the reawakening of the 'immortal of the mortal world' who once wiped out the ten witches of the Undying Kingdom with a wave of his hand, single-handedly infiltrated the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan territory of Qingqiu Kingdom, and planted his flag all over the rich land of the Central State.

The Nightmare Town Cult didn't even have the right to speak to her.

Emperor Wusheng is one of the top figures in the cultivation world.

"Yes, Your Excellency, we know our behavior has been extremely rude and vulgar, but we beg you to consider our past sacrifices and impart the 'Secret Scripture of Daoist Transformation and Non-Action' to us."

The evil dragon that Emperor Yu had transformed into opened its maw, and Xia Chongming's soul knelt between its mouths, kowtowing heavily to Emperor Wusheng, saying, "Since you left, we have been diligently studying the documents you left behind, trying to find a way to save King Yu and Empress Yousu."

"The research has reached a critical point, but as the research progresses, the members of our organization are gradually degenerating into the Undying Kingdom race. Now only the Healer Fairy and I are left to barely hold on. Please, Master, teach us the Dao of Non-Action to save our lives."

Emperor Wusheng stared indifferently at Xia Chongming and uttered, "Foolish, ignorant, and fearless idiot. I already told you the way to break free when I dispelled the nightmare. How can you blame me for the sins you committed because of your greed?"

Because of his inner greed and reluctance to give up the convenience and power brought by the Nightmare Suppression Technique, Xia Chongming ended up in his current state of begging for mercy like a beast.

After failing to save King Yu, Emperor Wusheng had already glimpsed the essence of the Nightmare Suppression Technique.

It is not a secret technique created by the ancestors of humankind, but a gift from the heavens guiding the world.

Heaven desired a prosperous and flourishing era, so it selected the most malleable race and bestowed upon them the method of suppressing evil spirits, allowing the human race to break free from the chaos of war among all races and lead the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths towards a prosperous and powerful future.

The price of the spell is an incurable disease.

The end result for every cultivator is death. Emperor Xia Yu died because of the Nightmare Suppression Technique. After Emperor Wusheng discovered the truth behind the Nightmare Suppression Technique, he disbanded the organization he had built under an alias and passed on the method of liberation to the cultivators who followed him to study the method of liberation.

If they abandon the method of using the Nightmare Spell, they can resolve the potential danger of the incurable disease in a short time.

If the method of suppressing nightmares is not abandoned, then all other healing methods are just empty talk.

Those who are terminally ill are beyond medical help, so why insist on a hope that doesn't exist?

"Do you understand?"

Emperor Wusheng remained calm and spoke in a low voice, revealing the truth about the Nightmare Suppression Technique to Xia Chongming:

"The Dao transforms into non-action. This is merely my idea. If it had such miraculous effects, why was my father unable to rest in peace after his death?"

Xia Chongming's expression shifted from hope to shock, finally settling into deep despair. But then, as if remembering something, he looked at Emperor Wusheng with pleading eyes and said:

"But... but... you were clearly a human woman with a talent for fire element, but now you are the Lord of the Ten Directions of the Nurture of All Spirits, you must have a way, right?"

"You know who I used to be. I was just a spineless coward in the royal family. I can't bear to leave, I really can't bear to leave, Your Excellency, I really don't want to go back to the past, no matter what the cost."

Xia Chongming gradually lost control of his emotions. He was the longest-serving and most loyal follower of the Holy Mother of Nurturing All Spirits and Ten Directions. He knew very well that the leader disdained to lie. She either didn't say anything at all, or if she did, it must be the truth.

The truth is the most hurtful, especially when it comes from someone you idolize wholeheartedly.

He worshipped the Holy Mother of All Spirits, admired the talent she displayed in the court, admired her military campaigns to conquer one barbaric and ignorant tribe after another, and was even more amazed by her actions after King Yu fell ill, when all the pharmacists were preparing to follow King Yu's last wishes.

It was the Holy Mother who nurtures all spirits and all directions who stepped forward and made her last effort and attempt through her actions.

Although the attempt to resolve the issue failed, the members of Nightmare Town disbanded and went their separate ways.

When Xia Chongming saw the leader again, she had transformed from a human into a nine-tailed fox and ascended the throne to become the emperor who would lead Xia Yu forward.

Xia Chongming believed that the Master had succeeded in researching the Daoist method of non-action.

"Ahhh"

Xia Chongming's soul fell into the dragon's mouth. Due to his loss of control of his emotions, his mind became unstable, and a large number of wronged souls of different races, ages, and genders appeared on his body, emitting mournful screams and trying to break free from his body.

The black-gray dragon, formed from the remains of Emperor Yu the Great, slowly closed its mouth, and countless black tentacles emerged from its lungs, dragging Xia Chongming's restless and out-of-control soul into the dragon's body.

"Roar!"

The dragons of the Undying Kingdom roared, their crimson pupils revealing malice as they stared at the Emperor of No Life. They stretched out their bodies and soared back into the sky, a chilling breath pouring out from their mouths.

I was planning to update last night around 4 or 5 pm, but I ended up sleeping in front of Meiyijia until late at night. When I got home, I couldn't stay awake any longer and slept until almost 3 am.